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...shadows of Christmas Eve stretch across the cobblestone court yard of the St. Thomas school in Leipzig. Along the first floor, where the choirmaster lives, the windows glow with candlelight. A young Hausfrau, surrounded by half a dozen children and pregnant with another, bustles through the cluttered rooms preparing dinner. Her husband is busy copying the parts of his latest cantata, which he must soon rehearse with his musicians and singers for next morning's service, at the church across the courtyard...
...power is in the eyes, and the wisdom too. His soul is in those blue nuggets set back deep in their sockets--the only glow of color in his face. His skin is pink and peeled away, the shinylayer that is left to an old man after the epidermis is worn away. He wears a vest that he pulls at, a white starched shirt and a darkly polka-dotted tie. Behind the desk with its law books and walnut, he is only a head, only those blue gems of eyes. But he will stand every 15 minutes or so, walk...
...immutable law that governs the world of toys is that there is no new fad like an old fad. Remember the YoYo? It is back now as the Glow Go, in a $1.50 version with a pair of small batteries that make it light up when it bobs. The Mickey Mouse watch? Staunch Mouseketeers have been willing to pay up to $200 for the campy $4.95 original. Now, Timex has brought out a new $12.95 Mickey Mouse watch and sold 100,000 in the first three weeks...
...second Myth imparts a little less rosy glow to the South. This is the myth of the Redneck South, the South of Klan rallies, midnight lynchings, and torchlight processions. This dream has George Wallace as its star, not Thomas Jefferson. The supporting cast is made up of illiterate brutes and lumbering semi-humans who blindly destroy any thinking creature...
...same manic stress and fervor. As in the Broadway show, when the jokes are good, Barbra displays the best timing East of Mae West. When Jule Styne's numbers are deserving-People, Don't Rain On My Parade-she warms them with meticulous emotional phrasing until they glow like a marquee...